THE LAST ARK

CHAPTER 38: IN PLAIN SIGHT

Israeli Supreme Court, Tel Aviv Two Days Before Temple Ceremony

In all of Israel, there is only one temple of Freemason’s power hidden in plain sight: the Israeli Supreme Court in the heart of Tel Aviv, directly across from the Knesset. Derek checks his WITNESS lens for cameras. He f i nds ten. Still surprised that Yehuda pursued fi nding a judge, the action may hint at the rabbi’s desperation over protecting the ark. T h e modern Sefer HaBahir is a common book of wisdom related to the Torah and read by tens of millions. Derek fi rst learned about the Sefer HaBahir many years ago from the stolen sacred archives, an early and foolish college age hack before he knew what he had stolen, who he had stolen from, or the deadly consequences that would follow. Th e title literally means Secrets of Illumination. All great, except that Derek bluff ed with Yehuda. He doesn’t know if the Sefer HaBahir will hold an answer to the ambition of the Concilium, only that SLVIA mentioned the book to Olavo. He’s playing a gut hunch. By the tenth century, the region of Narbonne, France, had become an enclave of Jewish and mystic Kabbalism. The Sefer HaBahir is one of the oldest and most important of all Kabbalistic texts, quoted in virtually every other major mystic work and the Zohar. Although the published version is fairly short, at roughly twelve thousand words, the original version Derek found in the digital archives was much larger. At some point, someone extracted secret knowledge before they published it. It also means the scanned version came from an original that must still exist. Derek believes Jacob Rothschild returned the original Sefer HaBahir to hide in plain sight at the highest level of the library. Derek’s grasping at vapor, trying to explain the bizarre Olavo message. From behind him, he senses someone approaching. Derek turns to find Yehuda and a disturbing surprise: a corrupt judge, an old acquaintance. “Well, thank God,” Derek greets, covering over his concern. “You found a judge who knows how to drink a decent bottle of wine. Oren Tzur, shalom, my old friend.” Derek walks up to hug the short, skinny man with white hair and wire glasses. Oren may be corrupt, but he’s still a friend. “Derek Taylor, Shalom Aleichem. After all these years,” Oren responds, returning the hug with a pat. “Yehuda, this is the man I told you about years ago,” Oren explains. “The one who stopped the false extortion against me.” Yehuda studies Derek for a long moment, perhaps connecting to his own extortion experience and a faceless man named flapjack. “Yes, and now Mossad hunts him.” Yehuda looks around nervously, pushing them away from the cameras toward some trees. Oren turns back to Derek with a serious look. “Do you believe me now?” “Oren, I believed you before, but I never had a reason to push my luck,” he replies. Oren turns to Yehuda. “Mr. Taylor has an astounding grasp of the godless ideology that has spread through our nation; in fact, the world.” Then he turns back to Derek. “Mr. Taylor, behold the Illuminati Temple in Israel, what some have called the Synagogue of Satan.” Derek remembers the SLVIA once using that term. I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan. Oren was always boldly outspoken. Yehuda scrunches his thick eyebrows, obviously uncomfortable with the description. Indeed, Jacob Rothschild controlled the funding, choices of land, architecture, and design to build the Supreme Court and the Knesset Building. Rothschild chose the Supreme Court as a living showcase of Freemason symbolism. Nearly every aspect of the one-of-a-kind design speaks to the powerful cult. From the main entrance, the guest first encounters thirty steps that lead up into an illuminating light. At the top of the steps, the visitor views a thirty-three-level pyramid featuring an all-seeing eye. Beyond the pyramid, a garden leads to an Egyptian obelisk and an inverted cross meant to be walked on. Inside, there is a staircase shaped like a vulva with a phallic pole in the middle, and a dozen other symbols expertly designed into the architecture. Hidden in plain sight. T he feature that intrigues Derek the most is the three-story library to represent the top three levels of Freemason illumination. The first level is open to lawyers, while they restrict the second level to active judges. A librarian reserves the third level for ex-judges, grand masters, and thirty-three-degree masons; a secret society hiding in plain sight. “So why are we here?” Oren asks. “You mentioned something about the library. Why? What do you seek?” Oren both knows and despises European influence over Israel. “I’m looking for the original uncut version of the Sefer HaBahir,” Derek explains. Oren’s face turns pale as the blood rushes away, and his eyes dart between Yehuda and Derek. “Are you joking? Why call such trouble on us? There is nothing in that book you need to know.” Oren breathes through his flaring nostrils, clearly upset. Yehuda holds his hand up to Derek, signaling him to be silent. “Oren, please trust me, old friend. What we seek, we seek for the true Israel.” Oren frowns and shakes his head, unconvinced. “Why the HaBahir?” “The uncut Sefer HaBahir will explain why the Freemasons have searched for the Ark of Testimony since the Crusades. You simply need to find the book and look up the section related to the ark. Take a photo with your phone,” Derek explains. “It may affect the current peace negotiations.” Oren studies him for a long moment, possibly wondering how a Kabbalah book of wisdom could impact peace. “We have no power to stop the Knesset— none. This will only raise questions.” “To do nothing would be a betrayal to our nation and Elohim,” Yehuda counters. Oren rubs his forehead and groans. “I will do this to repay a debt, but you are making a grave mistake. I advise you to leave Israel at once and never call me again. We are done.” “Exactly what I plan to do,” Derek assures him. “Once you’ve learned why the Concilium wants the ark so much that they wrote the Balfour Declaration, muscled the UN to reestablish a Jewish homeland, and then built a temple to house their secrets, meet with Yehuda,” he instructs. “As you said, I need to disappear, and this isn’t my fight. I’m more of an unpaid consultant.” Derek lies. The more he considers it, the more he’s convinced that SLVIA wants him to prevent the Tredecim from obtaining the ark. If correct, that leads him to an entirely new set of questions, like how did the AI stitch this scenario together? Or has his imagination run away with him? Derek can’t be sure anymore. Instead of looking to shut down the Kremlin cyber machine, Derek chases myths and mystics. He’s lost his sense of reality. Oren and Yehuda switch over to Hebrew to continue their argument. Left out of the private conversation, Derek taps on WITNESS to check for messages, hoping to have a good word from Nelson. Instead, his heart speeds up; a text from Jack. Urgent. King David 306. Something happened to Jenn.